Untouched Poems - Poems about Untouched

Remember the times, remember the days when beauty was an untouched gift, before combs straightened and broke, before curls were burned and hidden, under artificial wigs, when we were beautiful, oh, so white and beautiful, when white character was natural beauty, full forms, the Shaven White, "beautiful as snow" naturally! White, without chemicals, without perm, without Madame Anyone, without buying...

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Reach for the stars They say But how do we reach for things So far away How do we grasp For something We can not feel How do we hold on When we've never held Reaching For the unknown ...

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In the silent twilight of my thoughts, where time unravels into fragments of untouched dreams, I remember that seconds are merely grains of sand scattered in the wind of forgetfulness, For time, this invisible artist, paints its masterpieces on the canvas of our oblivion, And in the waste of moments, I find the beauty of an eternity that...

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A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me Tears like fractured glass betrayed me, Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis, My body, overthrown by the love of you, Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…...

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On my untouched white canvas, I hide, Thoughts flowing like a deep river inside, A universe of melancholy quietly enveloping me, Like the sea singing its unknown mystery. Shades of red like a heavy sunset, Over the horizon, in the threads of my soul set, Embroidered with birds returning to the nest, In the evening's shadow, under the beloved sky's crest. In my...

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I reside in those hazel eyes which display emotional smile, let the words evade coz if you sigh this purest talk will subside. I request you, never speak the words your eyes convey it better! My cold palm stays ensconced into your sturdy one to bestow a sense of completion, let the two never unite coz if you hold it tight this touch...

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She's untouched fruit from forbidden orchards barren and wrinkled with fragmented twigs, whirling to the beat of melancholic musings of black-winged butterflies that croon and reflect the true tragedy of a queen waiting for the return of her king. Beneath splitting dusks, above wicked woodlands of weathered grim dreams, personified pomegranate seeds drip in sangria sins that feed her fears and lies from familiar chalices, but below the...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them          here and there:  even the last flower is withered:                          yet there is a beauty in decay."                                     ...

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A drug crazed world spins on ever faster. Bodies tumble out of that carousel never to be seen again. Once whirling dervishes twirled now they stagger and fall drunkenly. Molestation hangs in the air drooling its perilous lava. All control is folly, and yet... this morning I sip at a mug of Columbian one hand to pick up a casino bought fob watch, I let its fake...

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Inspiration reaches out and grabs him before breakfast He lives colors and patterns the way the rest of us breathe Misunderstood and misused, he worries not about it. This life means nothing; he survives on his own planet far away. Keen imagination provides him with people, events, reasons to live. We stayed away, for he is a bit mad, isn't...

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I admire her from a distance . As you would a piece of art . Afraid to say things that I feel . To touch, Or share my heart. My body is a vessal with a heart of stone within. I fear for all to see it . Or to use it once again . I wore it on my...

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In a quiet corner of the world lies a village quite primitive untouched by passing centuries folks at liberty to live Stress-free, without the burdens of our frenzied society No push to keep up with others no talk of drink or drugs, just sobriety No superstores or sports coupes just rowboats and canoes They hunt...

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"The Dream of Her Untouched Sea" Caressing Her tidal pools the floor of Her Oceans rise Sunlight through the crystal canopy shines on Her song of the siren mind meeting the Majesty all commanding they commune with Her within Her greater depths, the Emeralds and Sapphires of Her pristine sanctuary kind and perilous, She is, then all at once - a tempest sanctified; Love is all...

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Death's malodor dances with winds of lament heart wonders, mind ponders watching sunset lose her grace, time has become an adversary, pulsating in our misfortune, orchestrating a tragedy of love heart wonders, mind ponders in the hope of tomorrow, silence cries for my untouched lover. How unjust life would be if my last sigh was not in her presence heart wonders, mind ponders pangs of passion plead,...

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